Truth

 
 
Trust only thee, love, 'lo denied  
Truth is but all...'tis easier to die  
Disceit come's contained,  self-vessel within  
One's forlorned distance in loss of what's been  
 
Sin without contrast? Has life been so worn?  
Of footpath's travails comes consciousness torn  
Rightious indignation has stolen truth's soul  
Through mirrored deceit burns conflicted folds  
 
Still, truth must flicker or all is but lost  
Though to pay Keeper's passage, the soul is truth's cost  
And His river runs red in splayed heart's of deep,
to abandonments hope, for Hade's comes reap.  
 
-So wicked this life as demons come roost?  
 Reflect and look in, trust Spirit and Truth-